Deltarune Clover Novels & Stories

###### On Ravyn and Putter's side "Take this. Tear it up and press it on the wound. When your cut starts to merge, you’ll start to feel itchy. Follow me after the ticklish sensation fades. " Ravyn gave a rare dark blue herb called ‘Cludweld Aloe’ to Putter before heading alone towards the target. "It’s okay, officer Putter. The remaining three of us will say that on your behalf with all our hearts!" Kanji exaggerates his seriousness in roleplaying as he tries to catch his breath to keep up with Yu’s running speed. "No, count me out." Ravyn answered as she ran up the building. "Come on, how can we leave Idorund the only one to say that cool line?"

‘She doesn’t know who we are,’ Clover whimpers, pulling at her lavender colored hair, showing more fear than I’ve ever seen in her. “I’m right here Raven, I’m not leaving you,” I whisper, trying to calm her down, wishing I knew how to take her pain. ‘Gideon, like with Gideon… sink your claws into her to drain her she’s full of power and life!’ Clover squeals almost happily, as I look over at her watching her dance around the bodies. “Clover now is not the time!” I growl at her, trying to understand how she could be happy when everything has gone straight to hell so fast.

Each day his love seems to grow more for his mates, and they never fail to shower him with love. That little broken-down house in the woods is long forgotten, and so is that stain on the ceiling. Claudius, A Delta's Fight for Love was won. The End

This particular color and style was similar to the kind that Richard wore, which signified his role as Alpha. Why would Delta have one too? Looking closer, I could see some differences between Richard’s and this one, in particular, a small embroidered word near the pack crest. The word was Luna. Could this… Could she… Could Delta be my mother?

Rowan put the pieces together, and if she heard her father right, Ravenna must have been under attack, and there was only person she could think of who might be behind it. Her father turned and handed one of his stone swords to Delmar, who gripped it anxiously. Rowan swallowed as her mother began ushering her toward the back of the cottage. “Wait!” Delmar called back at them. He hurried into the family room and fetched the spear he had been craftin. He stepped forward and handed it to Rowan. “Take this with you. Keep it safe for me.” As Rowan took the spear from her brother, she looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, as if she was afraid he was inferring that they might not be coming back

After all, the ninja would suddenly pick a spot to climb and jump from. “Did we take too long?” Delta walked out of the house with her daughter, Eine. Wolfram would say something, but his tongue was caught in his mouth. Unlike her doll-like dress, Delta found a dress hidden in those piles shoved in her closet. It was a coral high-low mermaid dress with a ruffled skirt and an off-shoulder neckline. On her neck was a lace choker with a ruby in the middle. Her wrists were also adorned by gold bangles.

“Spread out. Search every inch of this place. Don’t come back until you find her.” The Clan members nodded and dispersed again, the urgency in their movements clear. But despite their best efforts, the forest yielded no further clues. No tracks, no signs of struggle—just the bloodstain that served as a grim reminder of how close they had come. As the hours passed and the sun began to set, Lucifer felt the weight of the day pressing down on him. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—rage, fear, and a strange, unfamiliar sorrow that gnawed at him from within.

They stood at sunrise near the boundary marker. Eluna’s hands steady as she hands the re-woven cloak to Caius. Lerder took them together in hands. Elara: “We forgive. But we will never forget.” They raised the cloak—banner of mercy turned shield. High above, the rune in the Heart Fang pulsed white-blue—an echo of hope minus blood. Yet deep below, another rune flickered—silent, distant in the Catacombs. And there, in the dark, magic whispered.

Zarek turned it in his hand, his expression grim. "The Order," he said quietly. Rune knelt near the spot where the figures had stood. His fingers traced symbols hidden beneath the moss—runes carved into the earth, subtle, almost erased by the natural world reclaiming the land. "This is recent," Rune murmured. "A summoning circle. But it's not just any spell. Look." He held up something caught in the vines. Fabric. Torn, faded—but unmistakably one of Veyra's cloaks, the edge stitched with the sigil of her lineage.

Even DreamMare has announced its temporary closure until further notice. The phone slipped through her trembling fingers, landing with a barely audible thud on the carpet. Clover moved languidly, her steps heavy as she headed toward the balcony. Brilliant streaks of lightning slashed through the gloomy sky, illuminating the surroundings in fleeting bursts of electric blue. The next second, the once vibrant flowers bowed under the weight of the rain, their delicate petals brushing against the muddy ground. She gazed into the distance, lost in thoughts. It wasn't until a while later that she finally broke the silence. "Are you okay... Kyle?"